When Niu Ke heard this, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he said: "It turns out to be a casual cultivator. I didn't expect that senior brother would be so generous. Please wait a moment."
As he spoke, he poured out the spirit stones that An Pingsheng handed over, checked them one by one, and repeatedly checked them against the sky. He even randomly selected a piece on the spot, held it in his palm and practiced for a while, confirming that it was all real spirit stones, and then piled them up again.
He smiled and said, "Senior Brother An is awesome!"
He suddenly became enthusiastic and said, "Senior brother, I am new to you. It may be your first time betting, so I will introduce the method to you."
"I have two methods of betting here. The first is to bet on the winner of the entire preliminary round. Just now, Senior Sister Lan was betting that Senior Brother you can get this spot; the second is to bet on the specific number of matches."
"The first one, you can place your bet now."
"In the second case, you have to wait until the draws are completed and the two sides of the specific match are known before the market can be opened."
"However, since senior brother has to go to the end in person, he can only bet on himself to win, not to bet on himself to lose."
After An Pingsheng heard this, he nodded slightly: "The first way, I bet on myself to win."
Niu Ke immediately took out the prepared note: "Senior brother, please keep it. This is imprinted by my spiritual power. If it is counterfeited or tampered with, according to our rules here, you will be fined ten times. Also, if you lose it, you will not be replaced.
Acknowledge votes but not people.”
Because An Pingsheng is now a casual cultivator with no reputation. If he hadn't asked for it himself, I'm afraid his name wouldn't have been there. Of course, the odds wouldn't be too high, just buy one and get one.
After he collected the bills and left, another person came over to place a bet.
Niu Ke couldn't help being surprised when he saw the person coming, and quickly greeted: "Senior Brother Duan Congheng!"
"I bet on myself to win." Duan Congheng is a time-honored disciple of Taixu Sect. He didn't need to introduce the situation at all and just threw out the spirit stones. "These are eight thousand low-grade spirit stones. There are also three bottles of bone tempering pills and two bottles of Qi."
Blood elixir and five bottles of Peiyuan elixir."
Niu Ke laughed dryly: "Senior Brother Duan, I originally only accepted spirit stones, but since it is my senior brother who is here, I have to give you some face. However, my senior brother's strength is obvious to all in the sect, so we cannot pay too high a compensation.
It’s too easy.”
Duan Congheng frowned and asked, "What are the odds?"
"Twenty to one at most." Niu Ke smiled apologetically, "If senior brother feels it's inappropriate, then..."
As he spoke, he put the spirit stone and elixir back into Duan Congheng's hand, his rejection evident in his words.
An Pingsheng waited for a while by the A-shaped ring, and the registration was finally over.
At this time, three gongs sounded not far away. Immediately, a blue-robed deacon with copper marks embroidered on his sleeves walked up to the A-shaped ring and shouted: "The competition begins, A1, A2, come up!"
Soon, two monks jumped onto the ring and began to fight.
It seems that these two monks are both at the sixth level of Qi training. One is tall and the other is short. The tall one has a pale face and carries a sack behind his back with bulging bags. I don’t know what is inside; the short one has thick and short limbs and looks like a hole.
He is powerful and has a ferocious look.
The blue-robed deacon briefly explained the rules: "The Immortal Competition does not limit means and does not care about life and death. Those who voluntarily admit defeat will be judged as losers on the spot, and the winner cannot be killed."
"Do you understand everything?"
The deacon looked around and saw that everyone, especially A1 and A2, were nodding, and some people crowded towards the cows to start placing bets, so he got out of the ring and said, "Start!"
Before he finished speaking, bronze lines appeared all over the short monk's body, and two horns sprouted from his forehead. He suddenly activated his blue ghost fighting body, roared violently, and charged towards the tall monk.
The tall monk had an expressionless face and pulled off the sack behind him. A red and black corpse instantly stood in front of him. He also let out an angry roar and punched the short monk.
bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
The two sides were evenly matched, and the fight was back-and-forth.
"Kill him! Quick! Kill him quickly!"
"Kill me first, don't worry about the corpse puppet! That's right! Go around and kill him! Why did he avoid him!"
"Cut his head! Cut his legs! Cut his neck! Quick! Faster! You almost got it!"
"Kill, kill, kill! Kill them all!"
An Pingsheng watched quietly. After a while, as the short monk let out a miserable cry, the corpse puppet with a broken arm knocked him out of the ring, winning the victory for his master.
"A-2 wins." The blue-robed deacon announced expressionlessly, "The next game will be A-3 vs. A-4."
A3 and A4 will appear later. The former has seven levels of Qi training, while the latter has eight levels of Qi training.
Seeing this, A3 almost didn't think about it. When the deacon called "start", he immediately surrendered.
The same is true next. Only when their cultivation levels are similar, two monks will take action. Once there is a difference in cultivation level, the one with the lower cultivation level will give in and step down without hesitation.
Therefore, the game passed quickly, and seeing that it was his turn soon, An Pingsheng stopped looking at the ring and turned around and walked towards Niu Ke.